The Weight of Unheard Words
Neither is time the creator,
Nor is silence the destroyer,
Distance wasn't the cause,
Words hold the weight,
Even the scale refuses to measure,
Yet they tear apart what was meant to stay.
The ones who chased
Each other,
Were broken,
Not by time,
But the words that still echo remain unheard.
The black box is so useless,
Its worth was shown
Only when disaster knocks at the door.
The only way to find the cause
was to recover it.
Voices may hold different words,
But they still hold the truth.
That time refuses to remember,
Once a flight takes off,
No one dares to stop it,
Unless the flight itself has other plans.
Time never chose the ending;
it only watched it unfold.
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